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Lying in this too-small bath,long legs pushed arrow straight by feet again the porcelain,I test the buoyancy of my handand watch it bob along the surface,pulling it down into something more dense,the lack of me surrounded.

White bath bubbles (pretend it's sea foam),once billowing crests now dissolving,glide along the curve and jut of my hipI touch the water with a fingerand surface tension brings into contactsomething that is hardly there at alland someone who is hardly hereat all.